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No, not keeping Eastern Washington University grad, quarterback Matt Nichols on the bench when every time he goes in he adds energy to his depressed team-mates who lost Ricky Ray to have to go through a season with either Steven Jyles or Kerry Joseph.

No, not Nichols who does nothing but produce touchdowns and has the best quarterback efficiency rating in the league.

That can’t go on either.

But the thing that just can’t continue here is this mystery surrounding Nichols’ former Eastern Washington team-mate J.C. Sherritt who is about to be a big story this week with the announcement of the Edmonton Eskimos nominees for the Gibson’s Finest CFL Awards.

Two years into his career here and still nobody knows what in the world the “J.C.” stands for.

These days there’s a need to know about J.C. Sherritt, last year’s runner-up in the Gibson’s Finest Awards for Rookie of the Year and the guy who was named Gibson’s Finest Defensive Player of the Week three times and Defensive Player of the month for every month in the first three quarters of the regular season schedule, July, August and September.

Later this week, it’s a virtual certainty since there are zero candidates on the Eskimos pathetic offence without Ricky Ray around to legitimize it, they will likely not only announce Sherritt as Edmonton’s candidate for CFL Top Defensive Player but Most Outstanding Player as well.

And we don’t even know his name.

Sherritt is not the first guy in the league to go by the initials J.C.

There was J.C. Watts, the Ottawa Rough Riders quarterback, the former Oklahoma Sooners quarterback, who went on to become a U.S. Congressman out of the state of Oklahoma.

It was understandable J.C. Watts wanted to keep his given names secret.

His actual given name is Julius Caesar Watts.

Now, if Sherritt’s given names are Jesus Christ, Johnny Carson, Jimmy Carter, Jackie Chan, Jacques Cousteau, Jimminy Cricket or a handle that would make it hard for a kid to grow up with without getting teased, you could understand. But even J.C. Watts came clean on Julius Ceasar.

So this can’t go on.

So, out with it now, Mr. Sherritt.

“I’ve kept it a secret for six years now,” he said of four years of college football and two years of pro.

“Do I have to?”

Yup.

“Aw, I’ve hated my name ever since I was little,” he said.

Out with it.

“My older sisters would call me by my first and middle name every time I did something to bug them,” he said, suggesting this apparently happened with some frequency.

“I learned to hate my name growing up. Ever since I can remember,” he said of the scars left by Katie, who was three years older and by Whiney who was six years older.

“It was ‘John Cody’ this and ‘John Cody’ that ...”

That’s it?

John Cody?

No Julius Ceasar there?

Just a normal, run-of-the-mill ordinary every day handle of John Cody Sherritt?

Sherritt, despite missing a large chunk of one game and all of the next game due to injury in October, goes into the final game of the regular season against the Calgary Stampeders with 119 tackles, 10 short of the record of 129 set by Calvin Tiggle with the Toronto Argonauts in 1994.

Maybe he gets the record, maybe he doesn’t. But at least now he has a name.

And it’s such a plain ordinary one, I betcha everybody forgets it when they open the envelope at the Gibson’s Finest Awards at the Grey Cup and announce “J.C. Sherritt!”